Cuckoo: Requiem Pt. 01

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Cuckoo's ship was just clearing the atmosphere. Its holds were full of the essence pods he had harvested from the mate/prey he had taken on the planet, and he had the four females he mated with placed in stasis. Cuckoo planned on contacting his gene house as soon as he cleared the gravitational interference of the planet. A standard examination of the essence pods and sample females would confirm what Cuckoo already knew; he had discovered a grade A harvesting planet with a highly compatible, dual sex population. With the proper breeding program, millions of concubine/feasts could be harvested from this planet every year. The rewards for such a discovery were beyond measure. Cuckoo could expect to become governor of one of the largest districts after the planet was pacified. It was the opportunity of a lifetime.

His good mood was interrupted by his ship's warning "Alliance scout class ship detected, 50,000 kilometers and closing."

Cuckoo could not believe it. On the eve of his victory, his peoples' greatest enemy had found him. The Alliance confounded the Hierarchy wherever it could, defending primitive civilizations from conquest and even liberating harvesting planets on occasion. The war between them had already lasted decades, and would continue until either all Alliance worlds were pacified or the Hierarchy was wiped from the galaxy.

The Alliance ship had planned its trap well. The planet cut his navigational options, and the gravity and atmosphere hampered his ship. Still, Cuckoo's ship was better armed and more maneuverable. With some luck, he would be able to destroy the enemy and claim his reward. Activating his battle focus, he ordered the ship's weapons on line, and launched his first swarm of micro-nukes at his approaching opponent.

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Twenty minutes later, Cuckoo was heading back down towards the planet below. The battle had gone as well as could be expected. He had heavily damaged the enemy ship, and it had been forced to break off the attack. His own ship had not escaped unscathed, however.

"Computer, damage report"

"Power is at 75%. Hyperdrive and communications have been destroyed. Cargo bay destroyed. Life support functional. Manufactory functional."

Damn. He had achieved victory, but he was unable to leave his prize or claim it among the Hierarchy. Fate had a cruel sense of irony. "Is repair possible?"

"Manufactory systems are undamaged, repair is possible given the availability of required materials."

Cuckoo browsed the materials list generated by the ship. He would need a large amount of metal to render into the exotics, and a large number of essence pods to act as catalysts and to repair the organic portions of the ship. Fortunately, an ideal source of these materials was floating right below him. He would return to his prize, take what he needed, repair his ship, and claim his place in the Hierarchy. It would not be without risk. Most likely the crew of the alliance ship had survived the battle, they would hunt him down and try to finish what they started.

But he was a warrior of the Hierarchy, if they dared to set themselves against him, he would destroy them.

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Rosemary gently guided her ship into a stable orbit of the planet, effortlessly compensating for the heavily damaged engines "How are things in the engine room, Rhom?"

"Not looking too good, boss. I can keep us in orbit as long as you like, but not much else at the moment. No calls, no guns, no jumps. Circling and breathing is about all we can do for now. If the ravager ship comes back around, we're toast."

"I wouldn't worry too much about that, I think that we gave as good as we got. How about sensors, can we find him?"

"Not but I can probably have them up pretty soon."

"Good, we need to find him before he can repair his own ship."

"But boss, without weapons, how..?"

"I'll have to engage him on the ground."

"..."

"Rhom?"

"Uh... you sure that's a good idea? He's probably a first son. You're a great space jockey, but wouldn't this be your first ground combat mission? Even if you were a vet ground pounder, Usually something like this would be handled by a whole squad of marines"

"Unfortunately for us, no squad of marines is available, so I will have to suffice.

"I don't know boss, I've seen what those things are capable of."

Rose looked down at the planet on her viewscreen. It was so blue, like the color of her mother's hair. She stared at the lights scattered across the night side. She knew each spark was a life blinking up at her.

"That's why I have to go, Rhom, I can't leave those people down there at his mercy. You know what he'll do given the chance."

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Cuckoo approached the farm at a slow, deliberate walk, keeping to the shadows. The landing had gone smoothly. He had found an old mine not too far from a small local settlement. The mine would hide his ship if the alliance vessel was looking for him, and his ship could leech the metals it needed from the surrounding earth, provided it could construct an extractor. But to get the extractor, he would need essence, and he had used up almost all of the ship's reserves manufacturing his personal weapons and a nice new smart suit. This meant his first step was to construct a nest and harvest some mate/prey. He could also tell by his reduced libido that he needed to restore his nutrient reserves if he was going to be mating with anything. This farm on the outskirts of town seemed like an ideal location to begin.

He entered the domicile, his variable tool easily dealt with the primitive locks. Sneaking into the common room, he found an older male sitting in front of an entertainment system, watching some sort of highly ritualized combat. Cuckoo already had his needle gun out, and shot the male with a seeker needle before he was even aware of his presence, rendering him unconscious. He wanted him alive because it would make him more easily digestible. He went upstairs and found an older woman reading, and sedated her too. She was still within breeding age, but wasn't very attractive, Cuckoo knew he could do better. He left her sedated on her bed and continued down the hall. In the second bedroom, he found the offspring of the older mate/prey. She was of breeding age, and was more to his liking. Satisfied, Cuckoo rendered her unconscious as well.

He carried the adults to the attached secondary building, one over each shoulder. He surveyed the building as he entered. It had a wide open central space with smaller pens lining the walls. He conjectured the building was intended to hold livestock, but none were in the building. He walked to the center of the barn and placed the adults together in a heap. They would provide enough nutrients to restore his reserves. He took out one his remaining essence pods and injected it with an enzyme that instructed it to render the nutrients of their bodies into a more digestible form, then he crushed it in his hand, sprinkling the essence over them. The programed organics went to work; blue fungus began to grow over the bodies. While they were being processed, he replaced the pens in the barn with cells to hold future mate/prey. Cuckoo appreciated he would be restoring the building to its original purpose. Preparations complete, he went back to the house to pick up his newly acquired mate/prey, placing her in one of the cells. By the time he was done, the adults had finished being rendered. They had been transformed into a large blue spherical blob about two feet high and four across, with moisture condensing along the surface. Cuckoo sat down cross legged, pulled off a chunk, and began to eat.

After finishing his repast, Cuckoo felt his libido quickly returning. He was almost jittery with the nutrients he had stored, and the need to use them. He turned around to look at his new mate prey, who he had put in a cell behind him. At some point while he was eating, she had woken up. She was crunched in the corner of her cell, rocking back and forth. He walked through the cell's force field, his wrist computer giving it the instructions to let him pass. When he entered the cell, his mate/prey pressed even further into the corner, looking up at him. "Please just let me go. Where are my parents? I..."

He sprang and grabbed her arms, roughly pulling her back through the field of the cell and into the central open space. She screamed, but he had installed sound dampers, so he wasn't worried about anyone hearing. He rapidly tore her clothing away, first ripping off her shirt, then yanking down her pajama bottoms. She was kicking and struggling the whole time, but she was no match for his strength, and he barely felt her blows. Once he had stripped away her clothes, he bit her on the shoulder, hard. She gave a piercing scream and squirmed even harder. Gradually, his mate/prey stopped struggling and her crying died off, and she began to breathe heavily. His pheromone laced saliva began to work its way into her, replacing her terror with arousal. After the last of her resistance had died off, he knelt in front of her and pulled her panties down with ironic slowness, until they slipped down her legs on their own. He pressed his nose into the patch of hair between her legs and inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her arousal. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes, giving a low deep moan, enjoying the pressure of him pressing against her. He put his arms around her narrow waist, and gently pulled her down onto the ground with him. Lost in the arousal of his bite, she obeyed the subtle pressure of his hands. Once she was down, he flipped onto her stomach and got his knees between hers. His groin came to rest on the curve of her ass. He ground into her a little, enjoying the soft feel of her cheeks pressing into his groin. With a sudden movement that made her gasp, he spread his knees wide, forcing her legs open along with them, exposing her opening wide to the air.

Then he ordered his smart suit to open, and his organ pushed out of his pants, questing over the back of her thighs. She gave a little moan and arched her ass into the air as his organ playfully explored her inner thighs. Eventually he moved the tip to her opening and began to push into her. He loved the feeling of his organ sliding into her, the feel of her lips closing around him. He let out a long, satisfied breath while she made a long drawn out "OOOHHHhhhh" Eventually he was all the way inside of her. He could feel the warmth and roughness of her walls as his organ slid across them, and he could feel the first stirring of an orgasm building. He started to move his hips, leading his organ to tickle her inner walls. He could feel his arousal building in waves as he writhed inside of her. She began to moan under him and her hips bucked even higher into the air. He pulled back into a knelling position and dragged her ass back and further into the air. She put her arms under her to support herself and got up on her knees. She was moaning and crying out "Oh my god! Oh!" He felt the building orgasm winding his groin tighter and tighter. Then he came in her. He cried out as his organ spasmed, releasing a rush of semen. He jerked his hips forward, releasing into her 5 or six times. His full stomach and tension of the past few hours made this orgasm strong. It spread through his body like a wildfire, his organ sent shock of pleasure through him as he came. He knew his orgasms were more intense than any lesser species, for they were coupled with the thrill of victory, the deep sense of satisfaction of another mate/prey conquered. Under him, his mate/prey cried out, thrusting his hips back against him and moaning all the while.

After a minute, his orgasm burned itself out. He had pumped her enough to fill her uterus close to bursting. He slowly pulled out of his mate/prey, and she cried out in sadness as he left her. He took a moment to compose himself, retracted his organ, and closed his suit. He got up and regarded his conquest. She had rolled onto her back, still pacified by his pheromones and exhausted from their intercourse. He could see the subtle signs that the fertilization process was already beginning. The female's hips gave little spasms, and he knew a dozen of her eggs were already being fertilized and were making their way to her uterus. Her spasms were the small shock of pleasure she felt every time an egg implanted in her walls. After another minute, his mate/prey had regained her faculties and looked up at him. "What-what did you do to me? I feel really... weird..." her voice was tired and he could tell she was still aroused. Then her first growth spurt hit her "Oh! Oh!" As she moaned and cried in pleasure, she arched her back and thrust her groin in the air, and he could see wetness leaking out of her opening in response to the intense wave of pleasure. As he cried her belly began to swell, pushing out a few inches.

Satisfied, he prepared to leave the nest. He programed a pair of drones he salvaged from the crash to sedate anyone who entered the barn and any captured mate/prey who got unruly. Then he left the barn to seek further conquest. As he ran towards the town at a rapid jog, he allowed himself a smile. Things were proceeding smoothly, and he had to admit he was enjoying the thrill of hunting these primitives. With any luck he would rule part of this planet someday, and he would have his own private reserve to hunt in whenever he pleased.